Writing Has Laws Of Perspective, Of Light

[y]outh Is Hardly Human: It Can't Be, For The Young Never Believe They Will Die...especially Would They Never Believe That Death Comes, And Often, In Forms Other Than The Natural One.

I Don't Want To Own Anything Until I Find A Place Where Me And Things Go Together.

I Don't Mean I'd Mind Being Rich And Famous. That's Very Much On My Schedule, And Someday I'll Try To Get Around To It; But If It Happens, I'd Like To Have My Ego Tagging Along. I Want To Still Be Me When I Wake Up One Fine Morning And Have Breakfast At Tiffany's.

We Don't Belong To Each Other: He's An Independent, And So Am I.

I'll Pay You A Million Dollars If You Tell Your Life Story For True.